AKA Chapter 2 of Book 2.
Breton stood on the east wall, watching the commotion in the vermin ranks, caused by what seemed to be a bilgerat and a weasel, some types of officers. Both of them dashed about, shouting orders.
"You there!" the bilgerat yelled, "Find some wood fer a new catapult! You, weasel there, 'elp 'im!"
"You ain't me cap'n!" the weasel shouted back.
Just then the weasel also shouting orders slipped up and clipped the unfortunate on the ear.
"An' unless ye want ta be answer'n ta Predak ye 'ad best list ta Eric dere. Now 'elp dat rat!"
The weasel that had been sent scurried off muttering and rubbing his ear, as Breton stood watching, ever watching, over his beloved abbey.
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It had been about five days since Tyra and her friends had been captured. Katzey and Tyra rarely had a chance to talk and plan an escape, as Flatnose seemed to keep his watchful eye over the pair.
"Does it seem like Flatnose hangs around here a lot?" Katzey asked at one time when they had a chance to talk.
"Kind of," Tyra replied, glaring strait forward. "I don't think he feels too kindly toward us."
"What if--"
"Hush! He's coming!"
Flatnose stepped down from the deck, his eyes on the two.
He had seen them talking.
He had them now.
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"Oh, no." Tulia said quietly to her oarpartner, who happened to be big-shot Tuthine. "Flatnose looks ready to kill."
"Tyra knows it. She looks like she's going to gut the idiot and throw him overboard if he says anything to her."
"Steel yourself, Tuthine. I think that it's time to get out of these chains."
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Kessa and her oarpartner, the mole called Boulonnais, stared at the searat when he walked past him.
"I don't like this," she whispered.
"No, mizz Kezza, oi don't loike it none niether."
"What do you think will happen?"
"After wot oi knows 'bout Katzey, an' wot you've tol' me 'bout Tyra, oi think dat this moight be de toime o' rekonin' fer Flatynose, burr aye, oi do 'ope dose two give 'em billy ho!"
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Vicy and Muddy, both at the same oar, glared at the searat's back when he walked past them.
"Everybeast on the ship 'as gone silent all o' the sudden, don't you agree Muddy, yiss yiss?"
"I think so." the shrew replied."I think Tyra an' dat wildcat seem kinda tense. Sommat's goin' ta 'appen. Also, dat searat's wearin' Tyra's blade. She told me when we were runnin' dat if any rat took that sword from 'er, they'd die when she 'ad it back. I think chaos is going to 'appen soon."
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Sassy and her oarpartner, a dog named Hone, stared after the searat.
"This is not goin' ta be good."
"I know Hone. I think someone's goin' ta die."
"I think that Flatnose is goin' ta get wot's comin' fer 'im. It's been waitin' on 'is doorstep fer five days."
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Tyra listened to the pawsteps behind her, gritting her teeth, the only one on that ship who knew what would happen.
Breton stood on the east wall, watching the commotion in the vermin ranks, caused by what seemed to be a bilgerat and a weasel, some types of officers. Both of them dashed about, shouting orders.
"You there!" the bilgerat yelled, "Find some wood fer a new catapult! You, weasel there, 'elp 'im!"
"You ain't me cap'n!" the weasel shouted back.
Just then the weasel also shouting orders slipped up and clipped the unfortunate on the ear.
"An' unless ye want ta be answer'n ta Predak ye 'ad best list ta Eric dere. Now 'elp dat rat!"
The weasel that had been sent scurried off muttering and rubbing his ear, as Breton stood watching, ever watching, over his beloved abbey.
************************************************************
It had been about five days since Tyra and her friends had been captured. Katzey and Tyra rarely had a chance to talk and plan an escape, as Flatnose seemed to keep his watchful eye over the pair.
"Does it seem like Flatnose hangs around here a lot?" Katzey asked at one time when they had a chance to talk.
"Kind of," Tyra replied, glaring strait forward. "I don't think he feels too kindly toward us."
"What if--"
"Hush! He's coming!"
Flatnose stepped down from the deck, his eyes on the two.
He had seen them talking.
He had them now.
************************************************************
"Oh, no." Tulia said quietly to her oarpartner, who happened to be big-shot Tuthine. "Flatnose looks ready to kill."
"Tyra knows it. She looks like she's going to gut the idiot and throw him overboard if he says anything to her."
"Steel yourself, Tuthine. I think that it's time to get out of these chains."
************************************************************
Kessa and her oarpartner, the mole called Boulonnais, stared at the searat when he walked past him.
"I don't like this," she whispered.
"No, mizz Kezza, oi don't loike it none niether."
"What do you think will happen?"
"After wot oi knows 'bout Katzey, an' wot you've tol' me 'bout Tyra, oi think dat this moight be de toime o' rekonin' fer Flatynose, burr aye, oi do 'ope dose two give 'em billy ho!"
************************************************************
Vicy and Muddy, both at the same oar, glared at the searat's back when he walked past them.
"Everybeast on the ship 'as gone silent all o' the sudden, don't you agree Muddy, yiss yiss?"
"I think so." the shrew replied."I think Tyra an' dat wildcat seem kinda tense. Sommat's goin' ta 'appen. Also, dat searat's wearin' Tyra's blade. She told me when we were runnin' dat if any rat took that sword from 'er, they'd die when she 'ad it back. I think chaos is going to 'appen soon."
************************************************************
Sassy and her oarpartner, a dog named Hone, stared after the searat.
"This is not goin' ta be good."
"I know Hone. I think someone's goin' ta die."
"I think that Flatnose is goin' ta get wot's comin' fer 'im. It's been waitin' on 'is doorstep fer five days."
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Tyra listened to the pawsteps behind her, gritting her teeth, the only one on that ship who knew what would happen.
